My dad passed 12 years ago, but he was the kindest man I've ever known, and I'm not just saying that cause he was my dad. He grew up on a sheep farm and was among the last of the generations to attend a one room school up until he was in the 4th grade. I loved his stories. He and almost all of his siblings were born in the house he grew up in. 100% I inherited his love for gardening and animals, although he looked at it more from a practical standpoint where I see my critters as family (albeit, practical family members).